The First Pink Incident

The First Pink Incident…

Present day Andrew recoiled hard and slammed his head back into the wall behind him. He had forgotten about that bead of sweat. Panic gripped him.

He had forgotten it!

Andrew had never looked at the implications of that bead on the choices he had at the time of his second most humiliating day of his entire life. The significance of that bead of sweat was huge. Had that bead never broken free, he would never have been caught in the mess he was about to get caught in.

His body was drenched with sweat. Andrew was shivering with anxiety, anger, humiliation, and was petrified. The mental links between this horrific moment in history and the other ones became clear.

He was a monster. A true monster. He did not deserve love. He had failed himself. He had failed his family. He had let his weakness get the best of him.

With this new realization, there was no way that Kate would ever love him. He was the worse kind of male specie there ever was. He was that sick depraved soulless evil that gave men bad names.

Andrew now was pleading with his demons to let him go. He was praying for another chance. He would find away to mentally castrate himself and prevent himself from ever imposing on a woman his levels of depravity.

The demons laughed at Andrew. They mocked him. They cursed him. The wanted him to suffer. One taunted Andrew about the heat he was feeling and how much he had relished it. Andrew knew that the days after his humiliation, he had replayed the incident dozens of times a night. He had spent years trying to reconstruct what had happened and how he could have done differently.

Every single replay did not involve that stray bead of sweat however. They all had sound. They all had conversations. Andrew had learned in the replays that his mom was watching him. She couldn’t believe that her precious good boy had a wicked nasty streak in him.

Even tough the replays had showed him that his mom had known… it wasn’t until this replay that Andrew started to realize how much his mother had known and how angry she really was. It had explained her reaction in that moment, although at the time, Andrew just could not understand. He had destroyed the family’s name. He had desecrated his mother’s respect.

If there was one thing his mom took extremely seriously, more than life itself, was respect. Mrs was a woman of great respect. Great reputation. Of clean morals. Of the most upstanding stance any woman could ever hope to reach. And in that one moment, Andrew had robbed his mother of her good name.

Andrew had been grounded. He had be punished many times. He had been made to write a letter of apology. He had to present the letter and offer to do chores for that woman. He had washed her car. That was not the worse of it, the washing of the car happened two weeks after the incident, but that was not enough time to solidify the lesson. He had his third humiliation occur while washing the car.

It was that humiliation that set the domino effect that would eventually lead to his demise and most humiliating of life experiences. It had nearly cost him his whole adulthood. He had been chastised and nearly disowned. His name was removed from the family’s will. He had lost his school funding over that mess.

All of it was now getting connected. That. Bead. Of. Sweat.

Back to the movie like scene

Andrew slammed his head hard against the back wall and broke the sheetrock. He had created his own nightmare by failing to focus and keeping control over his emotions.

He finally understood the connection to all the depravity his mind kept playing over and over from his teen years until the devastation of the most humiliating day of his life.

This was the key. The insight to his weakness. The pivotal point that would be his saving or permanent undoing.

If Andrew was to ever have a chance at dating a woman like Kate, he would have to gain the mastery of these evil images and demons.

Shaking off the crushed sheetrock, Andrew pressed his hands harder against the side walls and braced himself. He had to live through this hell. He had to pay his dues, his penitence. Andrew had to uncover any other missed details and address them.

Never before had Andrew had the chance to see this deeply into the sickening hell that was his soul. He did not deserve to be loved until he cleansed himself of all his ills.

The Sinking Feeling when Life is about to End with a flash.

The bead of sweat took a long time to travel that very short distance. Yet, if it had landed on her, Andrew could have survived the embarrassment and the spanking that would have come of this.

But, as the bead slowly made it’s way down through space… something else was happening that would take years for Andrew to understand.

Something in his body was shifting. Unbeknown to him, Andrew was experiencing an erection most male children had learned to ignore. But that was not the worse of the matter, something in his mind had shifted as well. An image of what a sexy woman was to look like was solidifying in his head. And that woman looked like the very woman who was about to get splatted with not one, but two beads of sweat.

His lips started to quiver. What if this woman hated him for wetting her nylon, it was amazing nylon. Andrew would have to quickly wipe it off before she realized what it was. But how?

There was a sound, one that was not foreign, but different. One that would plague him and haunt him to his grave. This sound was distinct. It came with the association of intense adrenaline. The young Andrew could sense the link forming and was powerless to stop it because he didn’t know what it was.

His iris slowly widened as a combination of fear, panic, excitement, adrenaline, and light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel-feeling slammed through his heart and short circuited his synapses.